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Jo Reese Nelson's avatar

I grew up with them in the Loess Hills in Western Iowa. My grandfather had planted a pair of them on a peak above our farmstead, and by the time I was young, they had begun to take over the native prairie on the hills. It was the natural fires that had kept them from spreading: fire suppression nearly wiped out the prairie. My brother discovered that no grass or other plants would grow under them, so just a managed burn would not get rid of them. They needed to be cut down and allowed to dry before fire would work. He was able to restore much of the prairie through hard work and volunteer events.

Mary Dansak's avatar

Love learning from you! I always crush the seeds and leaves and inhale deeply. Love that smell.

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